Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.